Chapter 3

Uncle Gerald’s Fantasy

The following morning was blissfully sunny; so I had got into my bikini and gone into the garden to sunbathe. Soon after Uncle Gerald appeared and sat on the grass close beside me. I completely ignored him.

We hadn’t spoken since the ghastly incident he’d witnessed, before disappearing with his camera!

When he did speak his gentle acquiescence came as a relief; “I only meant a bit of fun with my camera Jade ... then I felt so foolish, I fled ... I’m really so very sorry Jade.” “Gerald ... you were a peeping tom! ... So - did you take a photo or what!! “ I fumed.

He hung his head as he handed me an envelope. “Destroy it if you choose, but I feel you’ll regret it later if you do.” he said softly.

Resentfully, I snatched it from his hand, “Well thanks Uncle Gerald - you’re a real sport!” I sang sarcastically. Then turning my back on him, I added curtly, “Perhaps now your satisfied!”

But now I felt his breath on my neck and while his finger brushed the strap of my bikini-top, he murmured,

“What happened between you and Chummy was something rare and beautiful Jade. I fled because I felt unworthy to be there; do you see?”

“How do you mean? “ I asked meekly. and turned round to face him.

Then leaning close, he spoke softly of his lurid fantasies of, ‘activities’ between Chummy and me; which began causing perverted images of doggy-cock and wet-pussy to swim through my mind! My eyes had closed, my breath quickened as his depraved suggestions lulled me into a kind of sexual submission and my thighs had opened as his fingers slid up my naked thighs, into my snatch! I was being sexually seduced in my bikini on the lawn and I felt helplessly enraptured!

But my Uncle’s obscene outpouring was curtailed by the sharp sound of mothers voice; calling for him from the patio!

Alone with Chummy

Gerald and mother have just driven off to join friends for dinner.

I am alone in the house at last.

I have been thinking of this moment for hours and now I enter the parlour where Chummy is stretched out by the fireside.

I kneel down near him on the hearthrug.

Watched silently by Chum, I slowly undress. First my skirt.

Then my damp knickers.

Then my blouse and bra.

I lay back to let the heat of the fire onto my bare skin and tremble with excitement.

Chummy has sat up; his eyes are fixed on me. He can sense what we are going to do.